Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The
effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone
else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.
This Sunday's Poetry
Lazarus comes to Dinner
(‘They gave a dinner for him, Lazarus was one of them at table with him.’ Jn 12:2)
Of course, I’m an oddity,
Not another one around.
I’ve been there and back,
and what’s more, I stank.
When I attend a banquet,
they come. No no-shows,
no compelling them to enter
no-one without a wedding garment.
Talk about a conversation piece.
as I break a crust of bread,
had he taken tea with angels?
I raise my glass of wine,
and they nudge their neighbours’
can he be thirsty, who drank
from the ultimate barrel?
I speak to the Master about
the price of barley-do they share
memories from the cave that would
stupefy the mountains?
OK, I have smudged the clear
edges of reality, broken
the quantum barrier? Only this
I say: truth is a moving target.
Kilian Mc Donnell OSB
from Swift, Lord, You Are Not
Published by St John’s University Press.
Used with kind permission.
Copyright: The Order of St Benedict, Collegeville, Minnesota.